Can’t write. Not really. Can’t take decent photos, let alone good ones. Can’t sing. Can’t paint. Can’t do anything out of the ordinary. But I can read, see, feel, grasp that ‘something else’ in someone else’s work. I’m the perfect audience. The perfect reader. The perfect movie goer. Or am I ? Don’t know. Anything . Anymore. Never did. Gotta stop daydreaming. …. But what if it’s the only thing I’m truly good at ?